On the screen, William Clark missed with a [Bear Ape Charge], his forward momentum unchecked. Just as William Brooks's [Beng Fist] was about to land, William Clark shifted his footing and spun nimbly.

　　He too bent his knees slightly, twisted his waist, steadied his right fist, and struck out fiercely.

　　[Beng Fist] versus [Beng Fist].

　　Bang!

　　A muffled thud exploded. William Brooks staggered back three steps, while William Clark was sent flying, tumbling through the air before landing and retreating another seven steps before regaining his balance.

　　Taking a deep breath, William Clark shouted excitedly, “That was close! Again, again!” He was completely immersed in the thrill of battle.

　　“Wait, William Clark.” William Brooks raised a hand to stop him, suppressing his own surprise and said, “How about we call this round a draw?”

　　“Not fighting anymore?” William Clark couldn’t help but feel disappointed, then shook his head and said, “No, William Brooks, I lost this round.”

　　That last head-on clash had clearly put William Clark at a disadvantage. If the fight continued, he would surely lose.

　　William Brooks smiled meaningfully. “Not necessarily.” Then, he exited the match first.

　　Exiting the “military virtual combat simulator,” William Clark affectionately stroked the crimson shell, thinking he might never get to experience it again, completely unaware of the astonishment in William Brooks’s gaze.

　　William Brooks pondered for a moment and asked, “William Clark, are you really a student at Nanying Academy?”

　　A student like this, from Nanying Academy? And from Class C in the third year? What a joke—do the teachers at Nanying Academy have their eyes on the backs of dogs?

　　The final scene of the fight replayed vividly in William Brooks’s mind: under such disadvantage, William Clark had unleashed [Beng Fist].

　　A mastery-level [Beng Fist]!

　　A second-grade combat technique, [Beng Fist], mastered to proficiency after experiencing it just once in a fight with a martial arts fanatic—this was beyond even deduction-level comprehension.

　　William Clark simply took out his student ID from his backpack and flashed it. “That’s right! Look.”

　　Glancing at the information on the student ID, William Brooks was momentarily stunned, then led William Clark back to the main hall, where George Brooks had already served two cups of fragrant tea.

　　William Brooks gestured, “Please, have a seat!” Then he signaled to George Brooks with his eyes and stood up. “William Clark, please wait a moment, I’ll just go change.”

　　William Clark nodded repeatedly, gulping down his tea and secretly marveling—rich people really are different, even have to change clothes after a virtual match. How extravagant!

　　William Brooks and George Brooks entered another room. William Brooks spoke in a low voice, “George Brooks, help me check all of William Clark’s information.”

　　“Young master, it’s already prepared.” George Brooks bowed slightly and presented William Clark’s file.

　　“Name: William Clark, Gender: Male, Age: Not yet 16 (3 months short)

　　Family: Single parent, father Robert Clark, temporary repair worker at the 77th Marketing Department, Lingzhi Company, a subsidiary of Yulong Group.

　　Current school: Nanying Intermediate Academy, Year 3, Class C-69.

　　Martial cultivation: On May 27, 4327 AD, completed the body tempering stage.

　　Weakness: Difficulty focusing on anything for more than 5 minutes.

　　Hobbies: Adult films (124,347 adult films stored in his optical computer)…”

　　The file recorded William Clark’s past in detail. If William Clark saw it himself, he’d be shocked—how could it know him better than he knew himself? He didn’t even realize he had so many adult films stored on his computer.

　　After reading the file three times, William Brooks frowned and gave a mocking smile: “Difficulty focusing on anything for more than 5 minutes, huh! A genius with such comprehension, of course it’s hard to get interested in anything. With Nanying Academy’s teaching standards, no wonder they’re at the bottom every year. George Brooks, you saw the fight just now? What do you think?”

　　George Brooks bowed again and replied respectfully, “To master a second-grade combat technique to proficiency without even condensing inner energy—such martial comprehension is definitely ‘Grand Deduction Level’! Among a million martial artists, you’d hardly find one.”

　　“Grand Deduction Level comprehension!” William Brooks’s tone was tinged with envy and emotion. “No wonder people say the teachers at Nanying Academy are all useless, to let such a gem languish in Class C. They’re absolutely right.”

　　George Brooks smiled and said, “Those at Nanying Academy are blind, but you, young master, have a discerning eye. Young Master Sun is not yet 16 and hasn’t condensed inner energy—this is the best opportunity!”

　　William Brooks’s eyes lit up slightly. He nodded slowly, saying nothing.

　　In the main hall, William Clark finished his tea to the last drop, savoring the lingering fragrance, when William Brooks returned in a luxurious blue formal suit, accompanied by George Brooks.

　　“William Brooks.” William Clark stood up, intending to take his leave, but after such hospitality, felt it would be rude to go so abruptly.

　　“Please, sit.” William Brooks smiled and gestured. “No need to be so formal, just call me William Brooks.” Then he added, “William Clark, I see you still haven’t condensed inner energy. Do you find the academy’s energy condensation technique too ordinary?”

　　“What?” William Clark was taken aback, recalling his own situation, and said with embarrassment, “My aptitude is too ordinary. The instructor said if I want to condense inner energy, it’s best to wait until I’m 18—maybe then there’s a slim chance.”

　　Too ordinary an aptitude?